I see your ghost
At the end of aisle 2
Reaching for the kisses I Blew
And I would have never knew
That behind the beaming smile
You were planning
on running a mile
In the opposite direction of me
And that's what makes it hard to see.
That you really loved me
The push and pull
The tug o'war
The confusion that came
with all the moves you made forward
Because the second you were in,
you were out,
After you asked to move in,
Gave me A ring
A picture of us as a family in a frame.
A donut that said be mine
And it always happens
first thing in the morning
While I'm in my housecoat,
drinking my coffee.
Decompressing
You say you don't wanna fight.
Then, proceed to burst in
Severing our connection
in a fit of panic and anxiety
like the house is on fire
and you're scrambling to gather
your favorite belongings.
And I watch like a neighbor
Unbothered by the flames
I don't feel the heat
that makes you unable to take a seat
If you'd only be able to tell me
what you were feeling,
it would be such a treat
Because it's hard to believe
you actually wanted to leave
But maybe it was only me
that was enjoying
The growth
The involving
The new roots
breaking thru the toxic soil
Of the past
And the trauma
That kept me trapped
From becoming a woman,
I desperately wanted to be
Not for you
But for me
Showing affection
Accepting attention
Laughing and dancing,
Being in love
And not hiding my feelings
So I'm Left in a burning house
That took five years to build
Looking for the flames.
That drove you insane,
A Nihilist Penguin
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